Not only that, they've sold it to a young French couple who work in said market town, thus repressing the seemingly irrepressible tide of retired expat Brits who already make up the large majority of the population of the tiny hamlet where I have my house.
This is A Good Thing.
And even though I have to give half of the money to ex-Mr P, it means I'll finally be able to pay off the massive debts I accrued in 2004 from:
a) getting married
b) trashing my mum's car and having to buy her a new one
c) paying the rent for three months when ex-Mr P didn't have a job
d) paying for my Granny's house to be done up after
2004 wasn't a great year for me, money-wise, and I've been practically penniless* ever since, which has been instructive, but not a lot of fun. I'm really looking forward to paying off the credit cards and spending whatever's left on LEGO, TEA and MAGAZINES.
* Not literally, obviously - I've been able to keep myself in M&S microwave meals and Calexico albums and other necessities.